This is a song about "Ash and dre"

Like ash and just catch em all up

It's not making sense to you right now but

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I’m a blonde dre, now gimme kanye’s glasses

She graduated top of the class

On this path im leaving ash

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Don't know her name those ain't really important